Mike watched as the prisoners slowly began to file in through the gate, the mysterious girl had been long gone but she left a major impression on Mike who was still stood in the same spot, watching the prisoners shuffle forward. One prisoner gazed hatefully at him and Mike gazed straight back at him with a somewhat neutral expression.

Mike decided to turn his gaze elsewhere to keep an eye on the prisoners a bit closer to him, Mike felt nervous and sick under the gaze of the numerous prisoners, he wondered who they were, were they Soldiers like himself? Or were they civilians, Mike simply could not tell.

There was a cry of rage and Mike was brought out of his thoughts as he witnessed something he never thought he would, the prisoner who gazed hatefully at him had broken ranks as he passed one of the Waffen-SS and withdrew a makeshift shank and slit the mans throat before he could even raise his weapon. He fell to the floor and the Prisoner had reached down picked up the mans own MP40. Mike automatically raised his own along with the rest of the guards and Waffen-SS

"Drop the Gun, Bolshevik" A tall officer said, pointing a gun at the back of the Prisoners head, who huffed angrily before throwing down the weapon which splattered mud everywhere whereupon it hit the floor.

Mike Recognised the officer, it was SS-Officer Martin Brenner, the man in charge of the camp, his Luger directly opposite his head, this prisoner must have been Russian, due to being called Bolshevik. The Russian slowly turned to face his captor.

"You think you have won, fritz?" he asked, Brenner simply smiled back in response before replying

"Quiet simply? Yes" He said. The Russian considered his words before doing something Mike knew would result in his death if not unbearable torture.

"Long Live the motherland!" He shouted before he spat in the Officers face, he dove for the discarded weapon as Brenner wiped the slime from his face in sheer disgust, a shot rang out making Mike jump in shock as the Russian fell to the floor dead, the barrel of Brenner's Luger smoking slightly from the shot that was fired.

Brenner angrily turned and Mike watched in utter revulsion as Brenner took aim and a put a shot into a random prisoner, this was repeated until he ran out of bullets, Mike shook, his nerves on edge as he watched Numerous bodies tumble to the floor.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you, filthy communists" He spat angrily before walking off to his private quarters, the crowd of prisoners began to march once more, carefully overstepping the bodies that were on the floor, the prisoners didn't even scream as the executions were carried out knowing it would just increase their own chances of being the next prisoner on being the end of the barrel.

Mike looked to his fellow Wehrmacht soldiers, he could see one or two were failing to mask their horror at what had happened before them, Mike was glad that he was not the only one who hated how things were. Mike, of course was exposed to so much anti-Communist and anti-Jew propaganda it was sickening.

In the Hitler youth they were taught that the Russians were inferior and the Jews were worse, that they on numerous occasions had been the cause of Germany's economic problems where the Germans had suffered for a decade due to hyper-inflation and yet the Jews had not suffered as nearly as much because of the wealth that they possessed, they were even blamed for the Germany's bitter defeat and surrender at the end of the great war.

Mike had heard rumours of other camps just like this that were set up just for extermination. It wouldn't surprise Mike if the rumours going around the barracks were true, he'd seen enough to believe that this was happening somewhere else in the third Reich.

No, Mike only saw suffering as the Juden-Problem, as it was called was simply swept away, people forced into ghettos to starve and die, to die from disease that became as common place as the Swastika, that was until they were rounded up and carted off to never be seen again, Mike would later learn to his horror and sorrow that was the holocaust playing out right in front of his eyes.

Mike felt a tap on his shoulder as one of his fellow Wehrmacht Soldiers had tapped his shoulder to relieve him, his shift was now over and Mike could now go to the barracks to relax, eat and sleep.

Mike simply nodded and shook hands with him before shouldering his MP-40 and walking off towards the barracks. Mike thought back to the girl from earlier, she looked similar in age to him, he wondered where she came from, if she were Russian or Polish. The voice in his head had not indicated much. Mike entered the relative warmth of the building and sat upon his Bunk. Placing his MP40 carefully down on the bunk next to him, he reached into the draw beside his bunk and pulled out several letters.

Several were from his Parents and the others were from Dustin.

He smiled as re-read some of Dustin's old letters, talking about how it was nice to be constantly by the fresh sea, his duties were simple watching and waiting for when Great Britain would try and take the beaches or at least make a counter-offensive and keeping an eye on French Workers as they built the "Atlantic Wall" he mentioned that he would sometimes see in the far off distance a British Warship patrolling the English Channel alone with some Hawker-Hurricanes or Spitfires, Dustin couldn't tell.

He carefully placed those letters to the side before picking up the letters from his Parents. His father was telling him how he couldn't be prouder that his boy was fighting for the glory of Germany, his father Ted was a Great War veteran who remembered the humiliation of returning to Germany a defeated Nation. His mother however was constantly pleading with him to be careful and look after himself and to come back home in one piece.

Unbeknownst to both Mike and his Parents, he would never return to Berlin.

Mike picked up the pencil and some paper and carefully wrote letters to the both of them, describing camp life and how boring guard duty was but at least glad he was not on the Russian front. Once he was done he folded the paper up, ready for them to be placed into envelopes and delivered.

Mike lay back on his bunk starring up at the ceiling, his Mind constantly wandering to the girl who he had seen earlier that day, his thoughts constantly thinking of the encounter, captivated by her beauty. The only thing that struck him that was odd was that her hair was short, not a buzz cut but just a tad longer than one. Maybe she was part of the Red Army. It was becoming commonplace for Woman to be fighting in the red army. He heard that an SS unit were shocked to find that they had been fighting and had been beaten by a Unit made up mostly of Soviet Woman.

Mike chuckled to himself to imagine such a reaction. Unfortunately woman suffered the same, although not as brutal, stigma of being inferior to men.

When his shift began tomorrow inside the camp Mike would keep an eye out for the short haired girl, Mike did not realize he was already treading a dangerous line, it would only take a little more for him to be pushed into the realm of treasonous thoughts.

Within the camp Eleanor closed her eyes and found that her focus was on that of the ebony haired soldier she saw at the gate, she immediately sensed he was different from the rest and it was both intriguing and shocking to her.

She sensed that she was the focus of his thoughts. She knew that because his mind was reaching across to hers.

Despite her situation, she found herself smiling.

Her thoughts too lingered upon him.

He was different.

Terms you may be unfamiliar with.

Bolshevik - a slur for a Russian

Juden - German word for Jew

Fritz - Russian insult for a German.

Great War - Another way to describe World War I

Swastika - The Symbol of the Nazi Party.

(A/N) truly I am so grateful to the amount of comments I received on AO3 which has convinced me I have chosen the right decision in continuing the story, I will try to right a compelling Mileven story as well as trying to be as historically accurate to the mindsets, views and history of the Holocaust and other stigmas of that time.

I will warn you that in the next chapter that El and Mike will meet properly and I will depict some of the Punishments that the SS used on prisoners sometimes even for their own sick amusement.

As always review guys and until next time, peace!